Last night just before I
went to kip "er indoors TM" was
watching the (so-called) comedian Sarah Millican. I've seen
her on the telly before but never really paid much attention. I did
last night. She seemed (like so many comedians) to have
abandoned actually being funny in favour of crudity and excessive
swearing. Having been subscribing to Viz magazine for well over ten
years I can hardly claim any moral high ground, but (to my mind)
there is a *lot* more to comedy than just shouting the F-word
continually.
I whinged about this on
Facebook and went to sleep. I got up this morning to find that
overnight a lot of people had agreed with me. That's rather unusual -
I'm normally in a minority of one.
I had a quick brekkie
then had a little look-see at the tent I'd left on the washing line
overnight. It was still wringing wet. I spread it out some more then
spread out the next tent to dry on the patio area. Camping is all
very well all the time tents go away dry.
I popped the collar and
lead onto "Furry Face TM" and we
then went for a little outing. On Tuesday I did a Wherigo geocache
and quite liked it. I fancied having a go at another so I asked on
the "Geocaching in Kent" Facebook page to see if
anyone else was up for one. Wherigos are something of an acquired
taste, but two of us (and my dog) had a little wander round
Tonbridge answering questions and finding clues until we were
rewarded with the secret location of our prize. We made our way
to.... I won't say where it was but I will say the area was fenced
off with building works. We had a clue; we knew where we should be.
We could see where we should be but barriers prevented our getting
there. Fortunately "Furry Face TM"
saved the day. Or (to be precise) he would have done had
anyone cut up awkward wanting to know why we were the other side of a
"Keep Out" sign. I took the line that no one was
looking as we went in, and if anyone caught us red-handed I would say
I was just retrieving an errant Patagonian Tripe-Hound.
As it happened no one saw
us at all and we got thee find and the happy dance.
We then had a little
geo-wander round Tonbridge before saying our goodbyes and making our
ways home. Like a twit I completely forgot the motorway was closed
and got tangled in a queue of "Operation Stack"
traffic at Maidstone before taking a rather circuitous trip home via
Headcorn and Pluckley. (For those of my loyal readers who aren't
familiar with the area, going from Maidstone to Ashford via Headcorn
is akin to going from London to Brighton via Birmingham)
Once (finally)
home I saw the postman had been. Only one letter; addressed to one
Andy Mills. There's no one of that name here and I've never heard of
anyone of that name. Not knowing what else to do I opened the letter
and saw it was Andy Mills' tickets to the Weald of Kent Steam Rally.
I then wasted half an
hour trying to do the decent thing by this Andy Mills (whoever he
is). The phone number listed on the tickets went straight to
answer-phone (several times) so in the end I found the event's
Facebook page and posted on there to tell Andy Mills I have his
ticket.
Over a spot of rather
late lunch I watched the first episode of the second season of
"Dominion" which I'd recorded onto the SkyPlus box.
I can't remember much about the first season of the show other than
that I liked it. I woke up an hour after the program had finished
playing so I re-started it and fell asleep again.
I shall give the second
episode a go next week, but so far this second season isn't gripping
me.
I could have done so much
on this day off, but havinig spent so much time fast asleep the
afternoon was mostly gone by the time "Upstairs Downstairs"
came on the ITV Encore channel. And after an hour of Mrs Bridges
being shocked at Ruby's news (she's gone to work in the munitions
factory but will be bombed out in two episodes time) I went out
to the garden and spent nearly an hour packing away camping gear.
I've now got three of the
four wet tents (from last weekend) dried out and put away.
Mind you the last one is huge and still *very* wet. I spread
it out a bit and then realised I should have waited for "er
indoors TM" to have come home to help with
all the tent packing and shifting. My back *really* isn't what
it once was.
I shall spend the evening
watching telly and whinging that my back hurts. "er indoors
TM" will like that...
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